The Five Heartless Scumbag Alphas Turned Against Each Other Because Of Me - Chapter 29.2

Wen Chuan sat with a sullen look on her youthful, attractive face, a heavy pressure lingering between her brows. The Omega sitting beside her couldn’t help but lean in with a teasing smile.

“Wen Chuan, what’s on your mind? Got something bothering you—”

Before the words even fully left her mouth, Wen Chuan had already reflexively pushed her away, frowning. “If you want to talk, then talk. But stay away from me.”

The stranger’s close proximity filled her with irritation and aversion.

The Omega’s expression immediately froze in awkwardness. It wasn’t until someone nearby tried to ease the tension with a quick save that the Omega, biting back her anger, huffed and moved to another seat.

A close friend slid over and frowned, equally puzzled. “Wen Chuan, what’s going on with you today? You haven’t said a word. This really isn’t like you.”

He looked her up and down, raising an eyebrow. “You seriously look like you’ve got something on your mind.”

“I don’t.” Wen Chuan’s face twisted briefly as Tan Hua’s infuriating smile flashed through her mind. But she remained stubborn, brushing it off. “Just thinking about a few things.”

“Is it about the basketball game tomorrow? Oh come on, don’t stress. With your skills, you’re basically guaranteed to win the whole thing.”

Her friend rambled on, until he noticed the unmistakable look of impatience on Wen Chuan’s face. He finally shut up with a sheepish shrug.

“Alright then. Fine. I’ll leave you to sulk in peace. I won’t bother you anymore.”

Wen Chuan nodded slightly but found she didn’t feel like staying at all. She stood up. “You guys keep playing.”

“Where are you going?”

“Home.” Slinging her crossbody bag over her shoulder, Wen Chuan threw out the reply without looking back and walked away.

Her friends exchanged puzzled glances. After a long pause, someone finally said, “The way she’s acting… it really seems like she had a fight with someone.”

Another chimed in, surprised, “Could it be a spat with her darling Sister Yuan?”

“No way. The way Wen Chuan practically worships Cheng Yuan, would she even dare get mad at her? She’s so afraid Cheng Yuan might abandon her.”

“Then what’s going on now?”

“She’s already gone. Whatever. Let her be. We’ll keep drinking. If she wants to keep hanging herself on that one tree named Cheng Yuan, let her. At least she won’t hear us gossiping and come back to cut us off.”

“Yeah, yeah. Now drink—you just lost the last round!”

Wen Chuan stepped closer to the door. The bar’s noise—laughter, voices, pounding music—gradually faded behind her. As she pushed the door open and stepped into the street, it was replaced by a sudden and absolute silence.

The stark contrast made the world outside feel cold and unbearably lonely.

Wen Chuan stood alone on the wide street. There were few pedestrians around, and as dusk blanketed the sky, a crushing sense of loneliness and dread wrapped around her, tight and suffocating.

She suddenly felt like she couldn’t breathe.

After a few moments, she regained some composure—only to instinctively glance down at her phone again.

Still no new messages.

Tan Hua’s smiling profile picture sat quietly in her pinned conversation list, completely still.

She couldn’t help herself. She tapped open Tan Hua’s chat, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. She wanted to ask if she still remembered she had a client. If she still remembered her.

But after typing, erasing, and rewriting several times, she finally locked her phone with a grim expression.

What was the point of reaching out?

For all she knew, Tan Hua was probably in Lu Huaixu’s arms right now, laughing without a care in the world.

If she kept chasing after her, shamelessly showing up again and again, wouldn’t she just become another one of Tan Hua’s jokes to share?

Her chest felt unbearably tight. As she walked aimlessly, she found herself in front of a convenience store. She reached into the fridge and grabbed a few bottles of beer.

The moment her fingertips touched the cold glass, she snapped out of her daze and let the bottles go.

There was a basketball match tomorrow.

She couldn’t afford to indulge like this.

She should go to bed early, wake up early, and conserve her energy so she could deliver her best performance in tomorrow’s game. That way, when Tan Hua inevitably came to her later with apologies and comfort, she’d have something to show off in return—just a little taste of pride.

With her mind made up, Wen Chuan took a deep breath, shook her head to clear away distracting thoughts, and quickly walked back to the apartment she had deliberately rented next door to Tan Hua’s.

Meanwhile, Tan Hua, in a mood of complete bliss, had slept like a baby.

Thanks to her euphoric state of mind, she woke up earlier than usual. Humming a cheerful tune, she took her time applying flawless makeup. Her features were already striking to begin with—sharp and vivid—and with the added touch of artistry, her beauty became downright arresting.

The system watched her meticulously beautify herself like she was heading out on a matchmaking date and couldn’t help twitching with disbelief.

“Host, don’t forget—you’ve still got that little mission to become Sheng Yiheng’s right-hand woman.”

“I haven’t forgotten,” Tan Hua replied, gently pressing her lip color into place. “That’s no big deal.”

Once she was done, she casually grabbed her purse and car keys.

“No wonder everyone’s drawn to people like Lu Huaixu,” she mused aloud.

The system immediately tensed up, worried she was veering toward yet another thought incompatible with core socialist values. But just as it was about to sound the alarm, Tan Hua continued with a sigh of genuine understanding:

“I mean, who wouldn’t be tempted by that?”

“So, my next goal is—”

The system curled its metaphorical toes in anxiety as Tan Hua finally, slowly, finished her sentence:

“To become a woman as rich and generous as Lu Huaixu.”

She smiled with confidence.

“That way, one day all the pretty women will flock to me the same way I’m flocking to her.”

System: “…?”
Are you nesting schemes within schemes right now?

Lu Huaixu was showering you with money to make you happy, and now you’re turning around and using that money to win over other women? If she knew, she’d probably kick you across the street.

Tan Hua glanced down at the car key in her hand, her tone dripping with meaning.

“Starting today—if nothing goes wrong—I should be able to enjoy the blessings of many lovers.”

“Host… have you not even considered what would happen if Lu Huaixu found out?”

She’ll end you, you know that, right?

Tan Hua was utterly unfazed.

“Why would I? It’s not like there’s anything serious between me and Lu Huaixu. We’re just using each other.”

“She’s such a magnanimous person—I doubt she’d hold it against me. After all, I’m only committing the same ‘mistake’ she just did.”

System: This is sophistry. Pure, shameless sophistry!

In high spirits, Tan Hua drove her flashy sports car to Shengyuan Group, arriving in dramatic style and instantly attracting a flood of attention.

Just the day before, office gossip had pegged her as some shameful little mistress kept by Sheng Yiheng. But by mid-morning, the story had already evolved: now she was the legendary seductress who had Sheng Yiheng wrapped around her finger—so much so that the woman was throwing down serious cash just to win her favor.

Tan Hua, however, paid no attention to any of these rumors.

Tan Hua stood at the door to Sheng Yiheng’s office, full of energy.
“You were looking for me?”

“Mhm. Come out with me for a bit…” Sheng Yiheng glanced at her casually mid-sentence. It was meant to be just a glance—but halfway through withdrawing her gaze, she paused.

Her eyes shifted back to Tan Hua. “?”

What happened yesterday for her to show up looking this stunning?

Sheng Yiheng was baffled—truly baffled—but didn’t show it. She simply said, “Go grab the documents from their department first. Once you’ve sorted them, come back here and wait for me.”

“Got it!” Tan Hua didn’t mind being made to do the work of two people on the pay of one. Cheerfully, she shuffled off to the adjacent office where the secretaries worked, knocked, and explained her purpose.

The beautiful secretaries exchanged a look before quickly gathering the documents and handing them over. “Here you go.”

Tan Hua looked at the efficiently prepared stack and couldn’t help commenting, “No wonder you’re all high-achieving, overseas-educated elites. It’s one thing to be gorgeous, but to be this capable too? Impressive.”

With that, she turned and left, leaving the secretaries blinking at each other in confusion.

“…Did she just compliment us?” one asked hesitantly.

“Was that an actual compliment… or was she being passive-aggressive?” another whispered uncertainly.

“I don’t think so,” one said after a moment of thought. “She sounded like she was just casually expressing admiration. Doesn’t seem like there was any hidden meaning.”

“But still—why compliment us out of the blue?” And just like that, the conversation looped back to square one.

The room fell silent until, eventually, someone murmured, “But… wasn’t she just telling the truth? We are highly educated, good-looking, and competent.”

It was true. If they weren’t, there’s no way they’d have survived this long working under Sheng Yiheng, a woman infamous for her sharp tongue and sky-high standards.

Still, the glamorous Omegas kept quiet. Truth or not, coming from Tan Hua, the compliment somehow just felt… odd.

“Oh come on, what are you all overthinking for?” one of them waved it off. “She’s already Sheng Yiheng’s woman. It’s not like she’s going to suddenly turn around and flirt with us Omegas too.”

“We can’t exactly give her what she wants.”

Another Omega nodded thoughtfully. “That’s true.”

Tan Hua suddenly sneezed hard. Sheng Yiheng instinctively stepped away from her.

“Did you catch a chill from yesterday’s fall in the water? Did you take any medicine?”

Tan Hua: “…”

If you hadn’t looked at me like I was contagious just now, I might’ve actually believed that was genuine concern.

“I didn’t take anything. It’s nothing serious—just a tickle in my nose. I’m fine now,” she replied with a warm smile.

Sheng Yiheng observed her for a few seconds, confirming she wasn’t truly sick, before handing her a briefcase.
“Let’s go.”

Tan Hua took the briefcase in her arms. “?… So I really am your assistant now?”

They walked to the parking lot. Just as Sheng Yiheng was about to pull out her keys, she noticed Tan Hua was a step ahead—aiming her fob at a sleek, vaguely familiar sports car. The moment she pressed the button, the car’s door lifted upward with a dramatic hiss, waiting for her to step inside.

Sheng Yiheng stopped in her tracks. “Your car?”

How the hell could she afford something like that?

Sheng Yiheng had done her homework on Tan Hua. Dirt poor. Her savings didn’t even add up to Sheng Yiheng’s allowance from when she was a kid. For someone that broke to suddenly be driving a car like this?

Unthinkable.

“Yup.” Tan Hua blinked innocently. “Everyone in the company’s saying you bought it for me to win me over.”

Before she even finished the sentence, Sheng Yiheng’s expression darkened. Sensing she may have gone too far, Tan Hua stopped teasing and quickly corrected herself.

“Just kidding. It’s actually from Lu Huaixu.”

Sheng Yiheng: “?”

“Lu Huaixu?” Her voice spiked. “She gave you a car? Just like that?”

Tan Hua nodded casually. “Is there a problem?”

Is there a problem? There were so many problems.

Sheng Yiheng stared at her in disbelief, then suddenly whipped her head around, eyes sharp.

“This isn’t from Lu Huaixu at all, is it? You probably rented it, didn’t you?”

“You’re putting on this whole act… to hint that I should give you a raise, aren’t you?”

Tan Hua: “?”

Sheng Yiheng: Heh. Woman, I see right through your little scheme.

Tan Hua: ?

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